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College Days 

A College Comedy in Three Acts 
Set in Rural Relief 



By 
GEO. M. ROSENER 



NOTE 

This play is an original work by the above author and his sole property. 
It may be performed by amateurs free of royalty and without express per- 
mission. The professional stage-rights are, however, strictly reserved, and 
performance by professional actors, given in advertised places of amuse- 
ment and for profit, are forbidden. Persons who may wish to produce 
this play publicly and professionally may apply to the author in care of 
the publishers. 



BO STON 

WALTER H. BAKER & CO. 

1912 



College Days 

f543 r 



1 *< 

CHARACTERS 

Quincy Jordan, a farmer. 



Quincy, Jr., his son. 
Squire Drake, a rich farmer. 
Jerome, his son. 
Uncle Hez, a town character. 
Poor House Onnie, another. 
Paul Prye, the bully. 
Professor Rex, a teacher. 
Hal Dexter, a student. 
Harry C. Graham, a politician. 
Jim Brady, a reporter. 
Jersey, Quincy Jordan s wife. 
Violet, Squire Drake 's daughter. 
Aunt Sally, a town character. 

Westward College Students 
William Straw. Joseph Jermond. Ernest Sant. 

Harry Lexington. Washington Cooper. Miss Mayle. 
Miss Herod. Miss Carlye. Miss Bracket. 

As many other students as might be desired can be used in 
making a production of this play, likewise those mentioned above 
can be eliminated without marring the story of the play. 




Copyright, 191 2, by George M. Rosener 

Free for amateur performance. Professional 
stage-right reserved 

>CLD 31692 



NOTE 

Should this piece be produced by a college or school dramatic 
club, wherever the words Westward College might appear in the 
text, they can be changed to the name of that particular college or 
school. Likewise the college yells given in the text may be 
changed. The college yell of Westward might be: "Zar-Rah. 
Ziz-Hah. Boom-Ban. Westward, Westward, Westward. Ho.'* 
For music at the rise and fall of the curtains use " Popular College 
Airs." 



SYNOPSIS 



Act I. — Exterior of Quincy Jordan's farm, near the summer 
school of Westward College. 

Act II. — Exterior of Westward College. The home of Professor 
Rex. 

Act III. — Quincy, Jr.'s, law office out West four years later. 



AUTHOR'S NOTE 



" College Days" was written to meet the demands of college 
and school dramatic clubs, though professionals and amateurs will 
find it a most satisfactory play. The author has endeavored to 
build a play that is easy to produce, with a good story, plenty of 
comedy, heart interest and gripping dramatic climaxes. 

Canobie Lake, N. H. , 

August, 1912. 



College Days 



ACT I 

SCENE. — The Jordan Farm. Set house with porch down r. 
A pump a little back of c, up stage. A picket fence runs 
from L. to R., up stage y with an entrance c. Right of c, 
down stage, is a big tree with a tree bench beneath it. 
Down L. is the barn. In the distance can be seen the hills 
and farms of Vermont. Farm implements , etc., are set 
about stage. Time, afternoon. 

{At rise Jersey is discovered seated beneath tree mending a 
shirt. Uncle Hez enters l. He is an old man of say 
seventy summers, very fat and very nervous, the more so 
to-day because he is dressed in his Sunday best, all of 
which were made for him many years ago and now give 
him the appearance of a man about to burst. Jersey is a 
kind and considerate little old lady and shows plainly the 
life of fear she has lived with a tyrant for a husband.} 

Hez. Dear me, Jersey, is that you ? 

Jersey. Yes, Hez. 

Hez {like some frightened animal}. Have you seen her? 

Jersey. For the land's sake, Hez, seen who? 

Hez. That Aunt Sally. That woman's goin' ter be the 
death o' me yet. You mark my words. 

Jersey. What is there between you and Aunt Sally, Hez, 
that you are allers carry in* on this way? 

Hez. Ain't nothin' atween us, that's just it. That woman 
made up her mind forty years ago that she was goin' ter marry 
me and she ain't give me a minute's peace since. 

Jersey. Why do you allers run away from her? Why not 
meet her and have an understanding ? 

Hez. I wouldn't dare; on my life I wouldn't. If I was 
ter talk to her five minutes she'd have me sure. It's a way 
she's got. She ain't buried five husbands fer nothin'. 



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Hez V «' ? i° eS Seem like she knows how to get them 
all £1: 7 ' aDd h ° W t0 & et rid of 'hem, too. H^re I am' 

it?!? E * the Sch001 P ic » ic « *» d that woman on 
my trail what with these clothes and the thought n f ,w 

7172 ^ U r ntin ', me ' X ; m iead ^ t0 burst mos any mnue 1 
comet- £ UP - Stage) Here sl,e comes now! H™ "she 
If you do* M m °" -T' i CrSey ; and hide me »™ewhere? 

Tersey CnV^T K er dr °P J dead ri g h t at your feet. 

Jersey. Go into the house and down cellar 

*«/<r Aunt Sally, l., a /*// „„;/,„ /ar/ ^ , 

*« Aw jw« ^ shame a rainbow. gH 

Sally. Afternoon, Jersey 

sIS?" vi ter T^ Sal i y - Goin ' t0 the Picnic ? 
sally. Yes, indeed. Air you ? 

Jersey. No, I think not. 

Sally. I suppose your old man won't have it eh ? Vo.,'11 

ESS*- 1 — s= k£Hs5s 

Jersey. Oh, Sally, I wouldn't say that if I was vou 
Quincy has many good points y0U " 

from him and yet go on a-carin' frr hi™ t> -j y 

time aaain //?^1 a * V , m ' X ve said so tlm e on 

time again. {Racks back and forth in a furious manner ) 

J^.iErjJ"""' " """*' *■*• *■*■ -*£ 

Sa.? y UINCY - HeH °' m - ! -Well, as I live; if it isn't Aunt 

V^JSZJlS** en0 " g,, ' QuinCy - Ho *' s th « hook 
QaiNCY. Only fair. Of course, I don't expect to win that 



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Boston prize; I'm not quite bright enough for that. I only 
thought I might try for it as I had nothing else to occupy my 

™sh ly Land o' Goshen, jest hear that boy talk. He uses 
language fit fer a school-teacher. Jest what is the prize ter be, 
Quincy? I don't believe I ever had it rightly explained ter 
me Something ter dew with the Boston Post, ain't it ? 

Ouincy (hanging harness on barn door and proceeding to 
polish it). That's it exactly. The Boston Post opened a 
school, so to speak, with examinations free to all. They are 
offering free board and tuition in any college for the three 
highest percentages made. When paw went over to Abbe- 
ville to see his folks last week, I jumped a freight train to 
Boston and took up the examination. 

Sally. Well, I swan. # 

Jersey. Quincy allers did want a edication. I do hope ter 
his sake that he wins. . . 

Sally. It'll make you proud, I'll bet, if he carries off the 

' Iersey I dare say he has read every book in Higgin's 
Drug Store Library a-gettin' ready fer these here examinations. 

Sally. By the way, Quincy, how comes it you have so 
much business with Poor House Onnie lately ? 

Quincy I learned by accident that he was a school-teacher 
before he began to see hard times, and I can tell you he has 
helped me out considerable. _ 

Sally. Look at that, now. Ain't the ways of Providence 
most " conspicious " ? 

Quincy. Most what ? . 

Sally "Conspicious." Don't ask me what the word 
means, because I couldn't tell you if I was to die fer it the next 
minute. (Quincy exits into barn with harness.) Say, Jersey, 
you ain't seen Hez about to-day, have you ? 

Jersey {pointing r.). I see him a-goin' that way some time 

back 

Sally {bridling). You did? Was he dressed? 

Jersey. Was he what ? 

Sally. I mean, was he dressed in his Sunday clothes? 
Lan' ! Jersey, you're enough to make a body blush themselves 

green. __ . ,. 

Jersey. It's a wonder to me, Sally, you and Hez am t 

married long ago. 
Sally. Oh, we air. 



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Jersey. Has he proposed then ? 
Sally. Well,— no. 
Jersey. That's funny. 

We're goin' ter be married, but he don't know it 



Sally. 
yet. 



Jersey. Don't know it yet ? 
even- time he sees ItiT''' that man •"• " so bad thae 

SSTv-iJi 6 going to ta s ke you to the p icnjc ? 

I Z^&ZfJS* N °> 1>m A" ter take him, if 

fSbSP'i H \ " a thin > ^op-ehouUered, raspedJZced 
individual with a face as cold as his heart H e has 
about as much sentiment as a mashed potato. 

£f fv N ; K' °l d gabbie ' * th0 "g ht y°«'d be at the picnic 
Sally (with her head high in the air). That's us t where 
I m a-goin', you old catamount. h J * here 

h,S KD 1f' Be Careful when y° u P as s the north pasture I 

^ in' SSS l \ ere th , at is , skittih ' and that drSyouare 
wearin might give him the colic. ' 

i. wi I,Y *. Q uin , c y Jordan, when men were put upon this earth 

^£Zh WhEt thCy f 6 made «^incfer n wen SS 

Jordan Bah - T ^ S , made ° f the SCra P s tha t was left. 

Sally JS . VC J ° St y0Ur senses from old a ge. 

Sally. Well, you ain't got none to lose. [Exit i 

JSSLS^T°a J he next time that 0]d ™*y po'e 

Terse? Oh <? ? nd h ,f re ' ' ake the 8h °tg«« to her. * P 
Tordan ^'fay is all right. She don't mean no harm. 

Jersey. Yes, Jordan. 

Jordan (mimicking her). Yes, Jordan. Fer the love o' 



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heaven don't say that like you was ready to die most any 
minute. 

Jersey. I sometimes wish I was dead. 

Jordan. That's it. Go on and die and make me pay out 
good money fer hired help. That's a woman fer yer ; anything 
ter get even with a man. — What air yer sewin' there ? 

Jersey. I'm a-mendin' Quincy's shirt ; I thought he'd be 
wantin' ter go to the picnic fer an hour or two this afternoon. 

Jordan. He's goin' ter stay right here and do his work. I 
didn't bring children in this world to go a-picnicking. 

Enter Poor House Onnie, r. He is an old man of about 
sixty-five years of age, dressed in an old uniform of the 
Civil War and wearing his G. A. R . regalia with great 
pride and show. 

Onnie. Afternoon, people. 

Jordan. Afternoon. (To Jersey.) Here, you. (Picks 
up a milk pail which he gives her.) You'd better get to 
rnilkin' ; I can't on account I got lumbago in my back. 

Onnie (as if to himself). Pity he ain't got it in his head. 

Jordan. What do you say, you old pauper ? 

Onnie. I say it's a pity you can't get rid of it. 

Jordan. Oh ! (To Jersey.) If you don't get a move on 
the flies will eat you up. 

Jersey. I'm goin'. [Exit, r. 

Jordan. Then git. (To Onnie.) Now, you old fraud, 
what do you want? Don't ask me fer money, 'cause I can't 
hear that kind o' a story. I pay taxes to support a poor house 
that takes care of you and that's enough. 

Onnie. I'm lookin' fer Quincy. 

Jordan. What do you want o' him ? 

Onnie. I got a book here fer him. 

Jordan. I suppose you're fool enough ter think he stands 
a chance to win that free edication the Boston Post is ofFerin* 
as a prize ? 

Onnie. Yes, I do think he'll win it. 

Jordan. Well, you and him is the only two fools that think 
it. And if he does win it you don't suppose I'm goin' ter let 
him go and leave me, do yer ? Oh, no. I supported him a 
good many years, and now he's got to work and pay me back. 

Onnie. But he should have some education. 

Jordan. What fer? I ask yer, what fer? There's very 



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few things I don't know, and I never read anything but an al- 
manac in my life. 

Enter Squire Drake, l., followed by his son, Jerome. The 
Squire is a very important man in the town, and carries 
himself as such. Jerome is a youth of about seventeen ; 
wild and headstrong. 

Drake. No, I tell you, no. You've spent enough. 

Jerome. I only had three dollars. 

Drake. That's enough to spend in one afternoon. 

Jordan. What seems to be the trouble ? 

Drake. This boy of mine wants more money to spend. 
Where he learned to spend it I don't know. 

Jordan. That's edication fer yer. They learn how to 
spend money, and that's all. 

Jerome. Who's asking you for advice ? 

Drake. Silence, sir. 

Jordan. I wish you was mine. I'd give you some edica- 
tion that would do you some good. 

Drake. Jordan, I'll attend to the edication of my son and 
daughter. Jerome, here's a dollar. 

(Gives Jerome a dollar.) 

Jerome. A dollar. Gee, the bunch will think I'm a fine 
cheap skate. [Exit, l. 

Jordan. There's language fer yer. Cheap skate. That's 
what they learn at school these days. 

Onnie. Is Quincy in the barn, Jordan ? 

Jordan. What's the matter with your legs? Why don't 
you go in and find out ? Seems ter me that paupers take a 
deal of waitin' on nowadays. You know because you wear that 
uniform it don't foller that we all should bow down to yer. 

Onnie (controlling his temper with a struggle). Quincy 
Jordan, you can say what you please about me, but you just 
keep that dirty tongue of yours off this uniform if you know 
what's good for yourself. [Exit, into barn. 

Jordan. Consarn that old poor house rat. 

{Starts after Onnie.) 

Drake {stopping him). Now, Jordan, now. 
Jordan. I can lick him the best day he ever saw. 
Drake. Of course you can ; but let that be. I come to 
see you about leasing your meadow over by the schoolhouse. 



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Jordan. Wal, if it's business, I'll let off settlin' my score 
with that tin soldier until some other day. 

(They sit down under the tree and discuss their business in 
dumb show, Sally enters l., crosses behind them with- 
out attracting their attention, and enters the house.) 

Drake. No, no. I'd like to buy it from you, Jordan, but 
I cannot pay that price. 

Jordan. You jest come inter the house and 1 11 show yer 
the papers, and you can see fer yerself what I paid fer it. 
{They both rise to their fee tat the same time Hez rushes from 
the house, runs into Jordan, who falls upon Drake, and all 
but knocks him down. Hez rushes off L.) Well, of all fools. 
I suppose that woman is chasm* him again. (Sally rushes 
from the house, runs into Jordan, and repeats the same business 
as Hez. She runs off l.) What did I tell yer? He was 
hidin' in my house. If that ain't like a ferret and a rabbit I 
don't know what is. If they come around my place again I'll 
hand them over to the constable. Come on into the house and 
I'll give you a look at them papers. [Exit, into house. 

Drake. Go on in. I'll be there in a minute. I want to 
see how this chase is coming on. 

{Goes up stage and looks off L.) 

Enter Jersey, r. Drake turns and raises his hat She 

bows her head. 

Jersey. Squire. 

Drake. Well, if it isn't Jersey. 

Jersey. I hope you air well, Squire. 

Drake. Why call me Squire ? Why not Ned, same as you 

uster ? 

Jersey. I ain't called you Ned fer a good many years now. 

Drake. Just twenty-five years ago to-day. 

Jersey. Was it to-day ? 

Drake. This day twenty-five years ago we said good-bye 
down by the place where they have built the new post-office. 
That was the one big mistake I made in my life, Jersey. I 
should have trusted you more than I did. 

Jersey. You got a good wife, Ned. 

Drake. One of the best in the world, and I did my best to 
make her happy. If she was still alive, I never would have 
brought up this subject, but I've been waitin' years to tell you 



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creatures. '" ays beheved y° u one of God's purest 

-fei^Ara"*' Ned> and you must 

i ^L&rs V e Z y - t0 ° n ™y h r r as a man i won-L 

you all these years P h ° W y °" that * ha ™'t doubted 

AT" (/ ™ ■** * *<**). Is that you out there, 
Jersey. Yes, Jordan. 

»i 'papain h J" thC dCvil have y°* ««* my tin box with 
J^RSev. It's under the chest in the front room. 

. Jordan {from within housA n»„ I s *** into house > 
it, will yer ? ^ Then com e m and hunt for 

Enter Violet, r. 

fc ge\ D a a s d ' he h r ra yOUSeenJer0 - ? 
Picnic, I suppose * m ° ment a g a Go ^ back to the 

_ _ \. E *it, into house. 

Jinter Jerome, r. 
Jerome. Hello, Vi 

j£SS And^ve h£l al i ° Ver /° r you > J-ry. 
money? * VC been lookin g for you. Have you any 

Violet. Some. 

Violet.' What £5 %™T ^^ wil1 3™ ? 
Jerome Oh if Ifi" d ° WUh what you h *d ? 
can keep it. ' y ° U are g01n S t0 ™^ a fuss about it, you 

^^dkhAi^&nr™ "? y ° U haVe SOme > onl y I 
Jerome WpII £ y P la y in g cards again. ' 

Go J sh,Tm nofa'ch lJ° U anv U l k ; n0W ' T that ' S ^' USt what I did do. 
myself. * m any more - I guess I can take care of 

Jzn s? sh; t g h a aT bIi r. g m shou,d get a h ° ld « *»> 

*W S ce J TA e up ™ y ^dTit enough t0 stop any - 

with this ;' now wlil you? Je'rryT "** *"** ^ g*«ible 



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Jerome. Thanks, Vi. You're a real sport. Don't worry. 
I can take care of myself all right. [Exit, r. 

Enter Onnie from barn, followed by Quincy. 

Onnie. Now, I'll tell you, Quincy, I don't know what it is, 
but I feel sure that you are going to win the Boston Post 
scholarship. 

Quincy, Oh, pshaw, I can hardly believe it. I never was 
very lucky. 

Onnie. Luck has nothing whatever to do with this. It's 
brains, and you've got 'em. Now, I have an old bunkie down 
Boston way who served with me under Sherman, and he is 
sitting this minute in the Boston Post office a-waiting to tele- 
graph me the name of the winner. 

Quincy. You've been an awful good friend to me, Onnie. 

Onnie. Rot. Rot, I tell you. Don't say such things. 

Quincy. If by any chance I should win this prize, it will 
be through your efforts alone, because without your knowledge 
and coaching I never could have even raised the courage to 
try for a prize that required education. 

Onnie. Tut. Tut. Now I'm off to the station and to 
wait for that telegraph. 

{Exit l., without seeing Violet, who is standing down be* 
hind tree. Quincy turns to go into barn.) 

Violet. You don't seem to be able to see any one, do 
you ? 

Quincy. Why, I didn't see you, Miss Drake. 

Violet. And you have entered the Boston Post scholar- 
ship contest, and kept it to yourself, have you ? 

Quincy. I kept it to myself, because I know there isn't a 
chance of my winning. 

Violet. If you did win the scholarship, which school 
would you choose to attend ? 

Quincy. I would choose the school at which you could be 
found. 

Violet. And you could then take up your championing of 
me where you left off, at the old schoolhouse up there on the 
hill, when we were little tots together. We are not half as 
friendly now as we were then, are we? 

Quincy. With the years came the full realization that you 
were a rich man's daughter, while I was a poor man's son. 



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g oTr m *i y says; t ^s t *r ake man v uras m « 

be separated again. he same S " 1 - "w '° 

J^— ' C ° Uld ""'' h °i* th " °« P'tha in life might 
(Hal Dmn/*rt a, p AVL p,„_ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

comit?^ Y ° U d ° n,t mean t0 "V that you have entered the 
Quincy. Well, yes. 

dSS tS? K Cen t0 SCh ° 01 but three months in my life 
prize? * ThCn h ° W m tlme do J™ expect to wiHhe 
Quincy. I don't. 

defter t?? you ' re mi f aken on that p° int - 

win^ri^^saVu^.t'S chances j ou have t0 

myself. ' yOU that * have entered the contest 

Quincy. Is that so ? 

Q™' And' ff^ lf - 1 T', J think r » ch °ose Yale, 
lege And lf 1 wn > * sha11 choose the Westward Col- 



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Dexter. What ? Choose that little one horse prep, school 
that I attend now ? 

Quincy. Just so. 

Dexter. Must be some attraction there. 

Quincy. There is. 

Dexter. Oh, I'm wise. The skirt who was here a mo- 
ment ago. 

Quincy. If you don't mind, I'd just as soon you would call 
Miss Drake by her proper name. 

Dexter. Oh, I see. You're one of these protectors of the 
fair sex, eh ? A sort of hero in overalls. Let me hand you 
another piece of news. You don't stand any more chance of 
winning that girl than you do of winning the scholarship ; I'm 
in that game too. 

Enter Jordan from house. 

Jordan. Quincy, stir that lazy hide o' yourn and chop 
some wood. 

Quincy. Very well, sir. (Crosses to barn.) 

Dexter. Yes, do as papa tells you, little boy, before you 
get spanked. (Laughs and exits L.) 

Jordan. Who is that young fool ? 

Quincy. His name is Dexter, I think. 

Jordan. From the Westward College, I suppose. 

Quincy. Yes, sir. 

Jordan. I can't think what parents is thinkin' of, ter let a 
big lazy hulks like that feller galavant about the country and 
not work fer his bread. This country will see another revolu- 
tion yet, jest through them very things. Well, git to work. 
Git to work. You've fiddled away enough time as it is. 

Quincy. I was going to ask you, father, if I might take an 
hour off and go up to the picnic. 

Jordan. You was goin' ter ask, was you ? Well, it's lucky 
you only was goin' ter ask, cause if yer had, I would ha' said 
no. I ain't givin' you bed and board fer nothin', mind that. 
Now git the wood. [Exit, into house. 

(Onnie rushes on from l., followed by the Drakes, Pro- 
fessor Rex, Sally and all the boys and girls of West- 
ward College. Onnie takes Quincy by the hand.) 

Onnie. Quincy, Quincy, my boy, you've done it. 
You've won the Boston Post scholarship with ninety-nine 



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points out of the hundred I hav«,«* k~ 

Gettysburg. ' haven l been so excited since 

(^// the characters group themselves about the stage ) 
wo^Vn afSg 11 ' 8 ^ ° f — iti, I knewit 

4^«fiw te h arsoT college - You h - «* 

mt££S&£. 7o°otZolV° WS ^'^^ traces 
thanks to the ifcL^ %% Up °l l * he ground). With many 

I choose the wSKd CoHegS" lf * SUitS ** pleaSUre > sir > 

ho^he I^our^hooT 1 " IhSe ^^ ° f f «* tWnk of *« 
the Boston Post and wStwa Jcohege!" 8 * Qvbu * J ° rdan ' 

iT oZs h ) a, ' ty Ch " rS ^ SiVm * * *W. +* and 
Enter Jordan >m house, followed by Jersey and Drake 
of Jordan. What's goin' on here? Git offen my place, all 

J^Vfi do IZ e T Hi W °V\^ -holarship. 
R E x. Think of the honor He Can l sel1 ", can he ? 

can^r What ' sthe ^dofthat? You can't eat honor, 

gS ^S-sTsk^Vouto ttey^ * 
I- m D g r d E t0 ( tS, QUINCY * * A ^ ^ss my soul, 
to ftSd. And hC h3S Sekcted our **°ol as the one he wishes 

you^r: He'wni'attendl 6 "' fT? g °° d ^ Jt do ■** or 
I won't have it ? He SS ri^ 1 * CaUsewh ^ 'Cause 
same as he allers did and sS * rT^™ farm and work * 
his age. ' and same a s I had ter do when I was 



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Quincy. Father. 

Jordan. You heered me. That settles it. 

Sally. No, it don't settle it. Who air you that you should 
settle things ? Quincy, how old air you ? 

Jersey. He's just twenty-one ter-day. 

Sally. Then accordin' to any law that I ever heered tell 
on, he's his own boss and can do jest as he likes. (To 
Jordan.) Now he can go to school, and you can git hired 
help at twenty dollars a month. I've been waitin' a long time 
to give you a good lick, and now I guess I've done it. 

(The boys and girls, including Onnie, Drake and Rex and 
all but Dexter, Jersey and Jordan give Quincy a long 
loud cheer and college yell, while Sally shakes one of his 
hands and Onnie the other, c.) 



CURTAIN 



ACT II 1 

SCENE. — The campus of Westward College. A reception is 
in progress. Lighted lanterns hang across stage from tree 
to tree. The cottage of Professor Rex stands down l. 
Rustic chairs are set about the stage. It is night-time. All 
characters attending the reception are in evening dress, 
though this may be eliminated providing all the characters 
are in unconventional attire. 

{At rise all the characters are grouped about the stage sing- 
ing some college air. By all the characters are meant 
the students. At the last of song Rex enters from house.) 

Rex. Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed 
that the banquet is ready. 

Dexter. And we are ready for the banquet. All in favor 
of placing their feet under the mahogany, say aye. 

Omnes {loud and strong). Aye. 

Rex. Then come at once. 

Dexter. We 1 11 be there. Come, children. 

( They all exeunt into house in pairs talking ad lib. as they 
go. The last to reach the house are Prye and Quincy.) 

Prye. Well, are you going to go first, or am I ? 

Quincy. You may, if you so desire. 

Prye. You're too confounded polite for any good use, you 
are. 

Quincy. I'm sorry if it offends you. 

Prye. And don't get sarcastic, let me tell you that. 

Quincy. If you will excuse me I think I'll go in. 

Prye {catching him roughly by the arm). No you won't, 
not until I get through talking to you. I'm the best man in 
this school, understand that. 

Quincy. Yes ? 

Prye. Yes. And you're the smallest fry we have here, 
and we have some pretty small, too. 

Quincy. I'm sorry to hear it. 

1 Should the producer desire to introduce a specialty or two the opening 
of the second act gives a very consistent opportunity. 

18 



COLLEGE DAYS 19 

Prye. Bah! It's just as I've said a thousand times; 
there's not a fight in you. 

Quincy. Perhaps not. 

Prye. But I'll make you fight, never fear. We want men 
here, not sticks, boobs, or farmers. Now, you can go in. 

Quincy. Thank you. [Exit, into house. 

Enter Dexter, from back of house. 

Dexter. Well, did you try him out? I didn't see him 
come in when we did. 

Prye. Yes. He's a coward. I don't believe he'd fight 
for his own mother. 

Dexter. Did you try him on Miss Drake ? 

Prye. No. 

Dexter. Well, you should have. That's his soft spot. I 
think he's in love with her. 

Prye. Well, the big boob, to think of his being in love. 
Oh, that's rich. 

Dexter. He's made a nice boob of us ; that is, if it's true 
what I hear has taken place the month I was away. 

Prye. Why, he's been here but a month and he's jumped 
class after class. 

Dexter. How does he do it ? 

Prye. I don't know. I think he rolls the books into pills 
and swallows them. 

Dexter. Look here, Prye. Before he came I held the 
highest percentage in this school and I'm not going to let a 
backwoods yap beat me out now ; not if I know myself. 

Prye. You'll have to sit up nights and do some all-fired 
heavy pounding if you ever expect to catch up with him. 

Dexter. I will do some pounding, but not the way you 
mean. I'll do some pounding that will put him in bed for a 
month or so. 

Prye {yawning in Dexter's face). Let me know when it 
comes off, won't you ? I love fireworks. [Exit, into house. 

Dexter (when Prye has entered house*). And you're an- 
other one I'm going to hand it to some day. 

Enter Harry C. Graham, r. He is a man about thirty years 
of age, very loud and blatant. 

Graham. Hello, Dex. How's the gerscheft ? 
Dexter. What the dickens are you doing down here ? 
Graham. Come down to see old friends. 



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COLLEGE DAYS 

Dexter. I don't believe that. 

come down here and open a little 2Lk ^° Ught * Ini S ht 
the hotel and have yous eer some of thi h ^ ° VCr fa 
make it worth your while he b ° yS my wa ^ ™ 

them™' you ^IftT J ou ^ I had 
on and off. And very few of tS ^ this year and last > 

Graham. ThatTL L?, ^ p" ^ a doIlar retura - 
you ? S S °' that s so - Bu t you got yours, didn't 

Dexter. That's not the question. 

= 815? " "* "> « mX ft a^u'll 
Dexter. What is it ? 

in WrV^ You S toT^ h ?' ldred t0 ^ ^ 
you ? 7 Want to shake thls Place, anyway, don't 

Dexter. You bet I do 

n»S yeaT h or n so. Care " P ^ hUlldred ' and J™ "*> be a 
Dexter. A mayor of what ? 

Sex?e A r M ' Sf a T J )u ™ hin « Western town. See? 

"Sir V a "Eras- a ,i,,le here 

and S3ft, ^ ,0 " mean 10 c °"« '<* money from the boy s 

SEE- JSTtt-JSffT*-^ 

DexteT' V™ T an£ \ mone y> g>' ve jt to me and I'll eat it 

the7e EX 7f "theJe istThanT ? ^ "^ Md wa " Sr me 
get it to-night C ° f ° Ur S etti "g the m °ney we will 

-oSrRetne^Tur^Le 68 * "^ * ** a11 tha < *« 
that three hundred. ' A vve saVinTh? T ^ de T ds Up ° n 
until we meet amin a ~i y ! the class 'cs, " bum saw " 

job. " agam ' and heaven b1 ^ thee in thy undertaking 

[Exit, r. 



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Enter Jerome, l., from back of house. He is nervous and 
excited. 

Jerome. I'm glad I found you, Dex. I'm all in with 
worry. I couldn't stand the heat and noise in there. (A peal 
of laughter is heard from the house. He starts.) What's that ? 
— See, I'm as nervous as an old cat. 

Dexter. What's it all about? 

Jerome. How did we come out to-day with the horses ? 

Dexter (coolly lighting a cigarette). Lost. 

Jerome. Again ? 

Dexter. Again. 

Jerome. Thunder ! And that money belonged to the Glee 
Club. What am I going to do now ? 

Dexter. Pay it back out of your allowance from home. 

Jerome. Impossible. I've drawn on that for months 
ahead. 

Dexter. Then write your governor and tell him just how 
things stand. 

Jerome. And let him know his son is a thief? I'd rather 
go to jail first. 

Dexter. In that case he'd never suspect you of being a 
thief, would he ? That's what I call giving Mills cards and 
spades on logic. 

Jerome. If I hadn't listened to you, if I had never touched 
a card, a pair of dice or a race-horse, maybe now I could hold 
my head up and look my fellow students in the eye. 

Dexter. Don't be a piker. As for holding your head up, 
do as I do. No matter what happens my head stays in the air 
unless I have a pain in the neck. You're man enough to take 
care of yourself, aren't you ? — Then don't do the baby act. 
Go to it and beat them, that's what I say. 

Jerome. But how ? 

Dexter. Now, there is a horse in to-morrow's race, my 
friend in N. Y. tells me, will win by a mile at least. 

Jerome. But the money ; where could I get the money to 
play it ? 

Dexter. Ah, that's up to you. Just how much are you 
in debt ? 

Jerome. About three hundred dollars. 

Dexter. Now I know for a fact that Professor Rex has 
three hundred dollars in his desk. This is to buy the new uni- 
forms for the football team. He won't touch that money or 



22 COLLEGE DAYS 

look at it until the day after to-morrow at the earliest. This 
horse 1 speak of will run to-morrow at at least four to one. 

Jerome (eagerly). Well? Well? 

Dexter. 1 was thinking how nice it would be if you only 
had that money and our horse won, which of course he will. 
You could back the three hundred, pay your debts, and have 
a couple hundred to spare more or less. 

Jerome. But I couldn't get that money unless I stole it. 

Dexter. Well ? 

Jerome (in a rage). Do you dare to suggest that I turn 
thief and steal? 

Dexter. What are you now ? 

Jerome. Damn you. (Raises his hand to strike Dexter.) 
I'll ' 

Dexter (catching his arm). No, you won't j because if you 
dare, some others will know about the Glee Club funds. And 
they will hear about it anyway unless you beg my pardon pretty 
quick. 

Jerome. I — I — I — beg your pardon. 

Dexter. That's better. Now to show you there are no 
hard feelings, if you should get the money I'll place it for you 
with my friend in N. Y. 

Jerome. How could I get it ? 

Dexter. Through the side window over there. (Indicates 
behind house, l. u.) And to further show you what a good 
fellow I am I'll open the window for you from the inside. 

Jerome. I'll do it. I'll come back in half an hour when 
I am steadier. If I can only win this time, and I pray to God 
that I do, I'll be done with anything that even looks like gam- 
bli "g- [Exit, l. u. 

Dexter. Umph. That's what they all say. 

[Exit, into house. 

Enter Onnie, Drake and Hez, r. u., arm in arm like three 
jolly good fellows. 

Drake. Here we are, men. Now to give these young folks 
the surprise of their lives. 

Onnie. I don't know how I am ever going to thank you, 
Mr. Drake, for this excursion. 

Drake. If you say another word about it I'll break your 
head. 

Hez (looking about). I'd be perfectly happy if I knew fer 
sure that Aunt Sally hadn't follered us. 



COLLEGE DAYS 23 

Drake. Oh, forget Aunt Sally. 

Hez. That's just what I've been tryin' ter do for nigh on 
ter forty years. If that woman don't drive me inter an early 
grave then I don't know nothin'. 

Onnie. I wish I could find Quincy; I've a letter for him, 
you know. 

(The boys and girls are heard singing the chorus of some 
glee club song from within the house, Onnie, Drake and 
Hez endeavor to dance to the tune, which they succeed in 
doing as azukwardly as possible. At the end of song from 
within the house they take it up and repeat it and still con- 
tinue to dance. Rex comes from house and observes this ; 
he reenters and exits again with all the boys and girls 
who stand on the porch of the house enjoying the perform- 
ance of the three old men. When they have finished their 
song and dance all the students applaud and cry , "Bravo. " 
The three old men all out of breath drop in separate chairs 
about stage.) 

Violet (going into her father's arms). Father ! 

Drake. Here we are, my dear. We heard that there was 
to be big doings down here, so a friend or two and myself 
thought we'd drop in and enjoy it with you. 

Rex (offering his hand to Drake). And quite right, too. 
We are now on our way to the lecture hall of the school where 
the others are waiting for us to have some real dancing. You 
will of course join us ? 

Drake. That we will. 

Hez. I say, none of you, I hope, hain't seen a tall lady that 
somewhat resembles a bean pole hereabouts ; you can't help but 
know her, 'cause she has the look of a hunter in her eye. 

Drake. Hez, for heaven's sake. 

Hez. It's all right fer you ter say " fer heaven's sake," but 
if you felt like a hunted animal fer over thirty years you'd be 
careful, too. (They all enjoy a hearty laugh at this.) 

Onnie (to Rex). I'm looking for Mr. Quincy Jordan, sir. 
Is he about ? 

Rex. He went over to the college not five minutes ago. 
Come, we will find him. 

(They all exeunt in pairs r. u., singing over again the song 
they just sang in the house,) 

Enter Jerome, l. u. 



24 COLLEGE DAYS 

Jerome. Now is my chance to work ; they have all gone 
over to the dance. 

{He hears some one approaching ; he listens, and then runs 
off r. I. Violet and Dexter enter r. u. Violet is 

looking for her handkerchief.*) 

Violet. I must have dropped it somewhere about here. 
That handkerchief was a present from a dear friend, and I 
should hate to lose it. 

Dexter. Perhaps you left it in the house. 

Violet. No, I had it when I came out here. 

Dexter. Violet ? 

Violet {still looking about). Yes. 

Dexter. Have you ever thought of marriage ? 

Violet. Do you know of any girl who hasn't? 

Dexter. You know, Violet, that I care for you, don't you ? 

Violet. Of course I do. 

Dexter {eagerly). You do? 

Violet. Of course I do. 

Dexter. And do you care also ? 

Violet. Why, certainly. I like all the boys, and I want 
them to like me. 

Dexter. But you don't understand. What would you say 
if I was to tell you that I loved you? 

Violet. I should say 

Dexter. Yes. 

Violet. I do wonder where I lost that handkerchief. 

Dexter. Violet, I want you to marry me. 

Violet. Good gracious, what put that into your head ? 

Dexter. I mean it. 

Violet. You have been reading love stories, and they have 
upset you. 

Dexter. You mean you don't care for me ? 

Violet. But I do care for you. See here, Hal, I am going 
to call you Hal just this once, to show you that I want to have 
you as a friend. I won't say that we are not old enough to talk 
of marriage, but we are not in the position. 

Dexter. I'd like to know why not. I'll come into my 
money in another year. 

Violet. Money isn't everything. 

Dexter. I'd like to know what else there is that is worth 
while. 

Violet. You spoke of love a moment ago. 



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Dexter. I see you don't love me. There's some one else. 
That fool, Quincy Jordan. 

Violet. I didn't say so. 

Dexter. No, and you don't deny it either, do you ? 

Violet. Well, if you must have it, I don't deny it. 

Dexter. Very well. Just remember that I come from a 
stock that never forgets. Good-night. [Exit, r. u. 

Violet. Now isn't that just like a man? 

Enter Jordan, l. u. 

Jordan. Good-evening, Miss Drake. 

Violet. Why, Mr. Jordan, what ever brings you down this 
way? 

Jordan. I come down to fetch my son home. 

Violet. But he hasn't finished his course yet. 

Jordan. That don't make no difference. I'm his boss, and 
he's ter do as I say. I'm sick and tired o' payin' out good 
money fer hired help. 

Violet. He's over at the dance. Shall I take you over ? 

Jordan. Dancin', is he? Wal, what next, I wonder. 

Violet. Will you come over ? 

Jordan. No, I will not. I hain't a-goin' ter contaminate 
myself by goin' near no sech device of Satan. 

Violet. You don't mean to tell me you have never danced ? 

Jordan. I uster, but no more. One night I was a-dancin' 
at an affair that cost over fifty cents a head, and while I was on 
that dance floor the grace o' God struck me in the heart, and I 
hain't done a step since. — I'll take a walk until the confounded 
thing is over. [Exit, l. u. 

Enter Quincy, r. u., with a letter in his hand. 

Violet {somewhat alarmed). Oh, Quincy, there goes your 
father down the road. He's come to take you home. 

Quincy. Oh, I guess not. 

Violet. He is. He says so. 

Quincy. I'll see Dad later. I have some business to attend 
to now. What do you think it is ? 

Violet. I could never guess ; it sounds so funny to hear 
you talk of business. 

Quincy. Then listen. Old Onnie just brought me a letter 
from a politician in the West, who was born in Boston ; he 
heard of my winning the Post prize and he has offered me a 
fine position under him with a lot of time for study. 



26 COLLEGE DAYS 

Violet. And are you going to take it ? 

Quincy. I am on my way to the station to wire him now. 

Violet. I'm going to miss you, Quincy. 

Quincy. And I'm going to miss you ; how much you 
never could guess. 

Violet. Nothing is going to seem the same when you are 
away ; I know it. 

Quincy. But think how much it might mean to us in the 
future. 

Violet. I know that, but it is just as hard to let those we 
care for leave us, even when we know it's for the best. That's 
why we are women, you know. 

Quincy. Dear girl. The best that ever was. — Wait here a 
moment until I get my hat, and we will walk to the station 
together. [Exit, into house. 

Enter Prye, r. u. 

Prye. I say, what's the matter with Dexter? He just 
came on the floor looking like he would consider it a pleasure 
to bite a nail in halves. 

Violet. Is that so ? 

Prye. My, but we are cold to-night. Been camping on 
some ice box, or did you just come through a snow-storm ? 

Violet. No, 1 just set eyes on a frost. 

Prye. And she can use slang too ; my, but she's cute. 

Violet. I use the language you best understand. 

Prye. Quit your kiddin'. I say, do you know, I rather 
like you when you get a bit up in the air ? I like ginger, I do. 

Violet. Really, your gastronomic preferences are of little 
interest to me. 

Prye. Well, what do you know about that ? Now see here, 
Violet, if I was to take it into my head to kiss you, you would 
be helpless, wouldn't you ? 

Violet. I don't think so. 

Prye. But I know so. You couldn't get away from me, 
and you wouldn't dare tell a soul, because you wouldn't want 
it known. (Quincy enters from house.*) So I guess I've about 
got you right. 

Quincy. I wouldn't be too sure of that if I were you. 

Prye. Don't butt in, sonny. 

Quincy {taking Violet by the hand and leading her u. r.). 
Miss Drake, I'll see you down the road in about three minutes. 

[Exit Violet, r. u. 



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Prye. Now, what do you mean by this kind of a deal ? 

Quincy. That's what I want to know from you. I want 
an explanation, and an apology for Miss Drake. 

Prye. You say two more words to me, and I'll show you 
how we handle your kind where I come from. 

Quincy. And if you don't say these two words, " I apolo- 
gize," I'll show you how we handle cattle where /come from. 
Because I've been decent up to date, you are like some of the 
others, thought I was a coward, no doubt. The only reason I 
kept my temper was because I knew when I once started I'd 
put some of you to bed for a month. {Coolly takes off his 
coat, ) Now do you apologize, or do you not ? 

Enter Jerome, r. i. 

Jerome. I beg your pardon, but I have been watching you 
two from behind a tree there, and I thought I heard my sister's 
name mentioned. 

Quincy. There is an apology due your sister from this 
fellow, and I'm going to see that he makes it in about one 
minute. 

Jerome. I thank you, Jordan, for your interest in my 
sister, but mine is the right to protect her, and now you, Prye, 
come across with that apology before I take it out of your 
hide. 

Prye {whining). That's right, the both of you jump on 
me. 

Quincy. Listen to him, and that's the fellow who has 
bullied the college for three terms. 

Prye. I can lick you the best day you ever saw. {He 
rushes at Quincy with upraised hand. Quincy blocks the 
blow, and knocks Prye to the ground. ¥ rye gets to his feet 
whimpering.) I'll get even with you fellows. I come from a 
stock that never forgets, I do. 

Jerome. That's Dexter's pet phrase ; you mustn't use that. 

Prye. You wait and see. 

Jerome {to Quincy). You'll have to excuse me ; if I stay 
here another minute, I'll hand him one just for luck. Many 
thanks for your interest in my sister, old man. {Looks at 
Prye, and then raises his fist.) Oh, I'd like to 

Prye. If you do, you'll get in trouble. 

Jerome. The college bully. {Laughs and exits, l.) 

Quincy. See here, Prye, why not forget all this? No one 



28 COLLEGE DAYS 

is ever going to hear about it. So why can't we forget it, and 
be friends like men ? 

Prye. You go to the devil. 

Quincy. I'm sorry it went this far, on my life I am. 

Prye. I know something that will bring that young cub 
down from his high horse. And his sister too. I wonder 
how they would like having a nice little disgrace tacked on 
to their family name, that they are so proud of? 

Quincy. What do you mean ? 

Prye. I'd be a nice fool to tell you, wouldn't I ? 

Quincy. See here, Prye. You know I'd do anything in 
this world to save Miss Drake a minute's pain or sorrow, and 
as for her family being disgraced, that would hurt her more 
than either you or I could understand, and I wouldn't have 
it ; no, not if I had to take the disgrace upon my own 
shoulders. 

Prye. Talk's cheap. 

Quincy. Pshaw ! I'm a fool for listening to you ; you're 
in a mood now when you will say anything to hurt either Miss 
Drake or her brother. The blood in that family is the best 
that is bred in the whole state of Vermont, and there is no 
more chance of any member of that family disgracing their 
name than there is of your being a gentleman ; though you 
graduated with honors from every college in the United States. 
That would be impossible. [Exit, r. u. 

Prye. If they'd stayed here another minute I'd have given 
them a beating that they would never forget. Shows what 
cowards they are, to run away like this. 

Enter Rex, Onnie, Drake and Hez, d. r. 

Rex. Now you gentlemen wait here, and I'll show you 

the very gun itself. It was found Hello, Prye. Not 

dancing? 

Prye. No, my feet hurt. 

Hez. So do mine. Wish I could take these store shoes 
off fer a spell. 

Drake {to Prye). What's the matter, young man ? Why 
do you hold your face? 

Prye. I was stung by a bee. [Exit, L. 

Drake {surprised). Stung by a bee? What could a bee 
be doing out this time of the night? 

Hez. Probably he came home late, and his wife wouldn't 
let him in. 



COLLEGE DAYS 29 

Drake. Hez, you're a fool. 

Hez. I know it, but it can't be helped ; it's a birth mark. 

Rex. Now, I'll show you this old weapon of the Revo- 
lution at once. The young folks will be here directly to 
have some singing, so we will get this matter over as soon as 
possible. This is a most wonderful curio, I do assure you. 

[Exit, in house. 

Hez. Seems ter me that this college life is a pretty fast 
affair. Do they have dancin' and eatin' and drinkin' and 
sech goin's on every night? 

Onnie. Certainly not ; perhaps two or three times a term 
this is likely to happen. 

Hez. I was goin' ter say that if this went on every night, 
cuttin' up sech didos couldn't last long, and be respectable. 

Drake. Young folks can't have their heads in books all 
the time. 

Onnie. Just so, just so. 

Hez. And say, did you see young Quincy? Where do 
you suppose he found the money to buy them clothes he's 
a-wearin' ? 

Onnie. He is writing short stories. 

Hez. Writing short stories? And he gets money fer 
them? 

Onnie. And good money. 

Hez. Well, I swan. Now, there's old man Habakuck up 
home, he'll tell you long stories, and tell 'em to yer fer nothin', 
that is, ef you've got a mind to listen to a pack of sech lies. 
(Jordan enters l.) And, boys, boys, what do you suppose 
old man Jordan would say ef he could see his son now ? 

Jordan. He'd say that it is bad enough to hear women 
folks a-gossipin', without the men folks doin' the same thing. 

Hez. Speakin' of the devil Now, I know I'm goin* 

ter take these shoes off. My feet are burnin' up. 

{Removes his shoes.) 

Onnie. What do you want here, Quincy Jordan ? 

Jordan. I'm here to take my son home. 

Onnie. He's of age, and 

Jordan. You've messed quite enough in my affairs. I say 
he comes home, and home he comes. I have a warrant here 
fer his arrest. I'll serve it myself, me bein' a constable. 

Drake. On what grounds is the warrant made out ? 



3° 



COLLEGE DAYS 



Jordan. Suspected of theft. Some one stole a plow of 
mine. 

Onnie. It couldn't have been the boy. 

Jordan. Why couldn't it? 

Hez. Certainly. Why couldn't it? He might have it in 
his pocket this very minute. [All the students enter r. u. and 
give their college yell. Hez picks up his shoes and starts L.) 
Git some buckets, and then call the fire engines. 

Drake (stopping hint). What's the matter? 

Hez. Ain't there a fire? 

Drake. Of course not. 

Hez. Well, that's a load offen my mind now, I'm tellin' 
yer. 

Enter Rex, from house. 

Rex. Gentlemen, ladies, I — I — I have been robbed. (Ex- 
clamations of surprise.) Some three hundred dollars have 
been taken from my desk. 

Prye (pointing to Jerome). And there's the man who 
stole it. 

(Exclamations of surprised) 

Rex. Be careful of what you say, Prye. 

Prye. I know what I'm saying. Ask where the funds of 
the Glee Club went to ? I saw him not ten minutes ago creep 
through your study window and come out again with the 
pocketbook in his hand. 

Drake. My boy, tell this fellow that he lies. 

Violet. Jerome ! 

Prye. You will find the money in his pocket now. 

Violet. Jerome, don't let this disgrace be 

Drake. Violet, say no more. Jerome, does this fellow 
speak the truth ? Is that money in your pocket ? 

Quincy. Of course it is. I put it there. (Exclamations 
of surprise.) I also stole the Glee Club funds, and here they 
are. Let me have that pocketbook, Jerome. (Jerome hands 
him a pocketbook ; he takes money from his pocket and passes 
them all to Rex.) Professor, I hope you won't press a charge 
against me, as you have the money returned. 

Rex. But, my boy, why did you do it? 

Jordan. Fer the same reason that he took my plow. 

Onnie. I can see through this, if you all can't. That boy 
is taking this upon himself to shield some one else. It's in him 



COLLEGE DAYS 3 1 

to do it ; that's why they call him Big-hearted Quincy up home, 
and I for one will stand by him and believe in him. 

Jordan. I have a warrant here for his arrest. 

Onnie {stepping between Jordan and Quincy ; he flourishes 
his cane). Then you'll have to fight to serve it. A nice 
father you are. 

Jordan. If you're lookin' fer fight you'll get it. I know 
my duty. 

Onnie. When Lincoln called for volunteers in '62 and us 
boys went to the front, you wasn't man enough to fight for 
your country then, and I reckon you're not man enough to 
fight one of those same volunteers now. Come on ! 



CURTAIN 

Second Curtain : 

(Violet is in her brother's arms. Onnie is shaking 
Quincy' s hand. All the other characters save Prye, 
Dexter and Jordan are cheering.) 



ACT III 

SCENE. — Quincy Jordan's office in Minetown. Four years 
later. Interior of a very ordinary looking office in a boom 
town. A few maps, etc., are upon the walls. A bookcase 
with a number of law-book sets down R. A flat-top desk 
and chair down l. A few plain chairs are set about stage. 
L. i. f. is a window, r. i. f. is a door. Doors r. and l., 
down stage. 

(At rise Onnie is sweeping up about the desk. He is sing- 
ing some old war-time song as he works. Quincy enters 

D. I. F.) 

Quincy. Good-morning, Onnie. 

Onnie. Good-morning, sir. 

Quincy. Any mail ? 

Onnie. On the desk, sir. 

Quincy {opening mail). Any callers ? 

Onnie. Not this morning, sir. 

Quincy. For heaven's sake stop that " sir " business. The 
idea of you, Onnie, calling me sir makes me nervous. 

Onnie. Your position now demands it. 

Quincy. Now, that may be all very well when there is a 
third party here, but when we old friends are alone 

Onnie. I must do it at all times if I am to get used to it. 

Quincy. Then why try to get used to it at all ? 

Onnie. Your position. You are to be the next mayor of 
this town, remember. 

Quincy. Yes, if the other fellow doesn't beat us. 

Onnie. The coming election will see the reform ticket vic- 
torious in this city, and reform here means Quincy Jordan. 
Why, see what you have done for this place in four years. 
Why, the people can't help but elect you. 

Quincy. But I am not nominated yet. 

Onnie. I wish I was as sure of heaven as you are of the 
nomination for mayor. You will make this boss grafter, Gra- 
ham, look like he was dead and buried. You mark my words. 

Quincy. They tell me Graham has a dark horse by the 
name of Dexter to head his party. 

3 2 



COLLEGE DAYS 33 

Onnie. What of that ? His name won't make him mayor. 

Quincy. I knew a fellow back in Westward by that name. 

Onnie. It couldn't be the same. 

Quincy. Of course not. 

Onnie. Do you ever hear from that girl back home ? 

Quincy. Never. 

Onnie. I can't understand why the brother hasn't come 
out like a man and told the truth long ago. You hear from 
your mother, of course ? 

Quincy. Oh, yes. Poor maw, she had a hard time of it 
while Dad lived. Ah, well, it is best to forget the past, I 
suppose. 

Onnie. I wish you'd let me write a letter to that fellow 
Jerome Drake; I'd tell him something. 

Quincy. The night I left school Jerome left also, and he 
hasn't been heard from since. 

Onnie {greatly surprised}. Well, that's news to me. — 
The second mail must be in by now. I'll skip over to the 
post-office and get it. — Left the same night and has never been 
heard from? — Did they drag the lake? 

Quincy (laughing). Oh, nothing like that happened. He 
left a note saying that he was going to some other country, 
and that he would come back when he had made good. 

(Graham bursts into the room via d. i. f. He has a news- 
paper in his hand.) 

Graham. Say, what's this I hear about the reformers going 
to nominate you for mayor ? 

Quincy. Did you read it in the paper ? 

Graham. Yes. 

Quincy. Do you believe all that you see in the papers ? 

Graham. This is no time for kidding. I want you to 
refuse to run if they nominate you. 

Onnie. The man's a fool. 

Graham. Maybe you think so. (To Quincy.) Now, see 
here, you've beat me to it on one or two occasions, and I said 
nothing, but I'm damned if you beat me on the question of 
mayor. I'll appoint the mayor, and then run this city to suit 
myself. 

Quincy. You've done that about as long as the people of 
this city care to have you. You've used the people's money 
for your own private use as long as it is possible for any boss, 
without having a halt called. 



34 



COLLEGE DAYS 



Graham. Who cares for the people? {Blusters.) Who 
cares for 'em, I say ? 

Quincy. I do. 

Graham. Now, listen to reason. I can make you quit. 
I know something about you that I can let go and put you 
down and out, but I'm a man who always chooses the easiest 
way out. I'll give you fifty thousand to refuse the nomination. 

Quincy. That shows you know I can beat you. I wouldn't 
draw out if the nomination is offered me, not for fifty times 
fifty thousand. 

Graham. Oh, you're the honest bird, you are. I'll give 
you just thirty minutes to make up your mind to come to me. 
If you are still for reform at the end of that time I'll call again 
with the proof and property that will make you the blackest 
dog in this town. Good-morning. [Exit, D. I. F. 

Onnie. What do you suppose he meant ? 

Quincy. I don't know and I don't care. I'm in the fight, 
Onnie; and win or lose, I'll fight to the last. 

Onnie. I think I'll get the mail. Great General Grant ! 
I can feel the spirit of '62 creeping up and down my backbone ! 
I'll go down the back stairs. 

[Exit, l., singing a war-time song. 

Enter Hez., followed by Sally, d. i. f. 

Hez. This must be the place. Quincy ! Quincy, my boy ! 

Quincy (jumping to his feet in great surprise and taking 
them each by the hand). Uncle Hez and Aunt Sally, as I am 
alive. 

Sally. Yes, it's us, right enough. My, Hez, don't he look 
fine ? 

Hez. Jest as fine as hair on a frog's back. 

Quincy. Now sit right down and tell me what you are 
doing out here. 

Hez. We're on our honeymonkey. 

Sally. Honeymoon, Hez, not honeymonkey. 

Quincy. You don't mean to say you are married? 

Sally (holding out her hand). There's the ring. 

Hez. And I have the certificate in my pocket. 

Quincy. Well, how did it happen? 

Hez. You see, it war this way 

Sally. Oh, pshaw. He jest hounded me ter death until 
he caught me. 

Hez. I hounded you ? 



COLLEGE DAYS 35 

Sally. Yes, you did, and Quincy knows it. 

Hez. One day last summer I was sittin' on the church steps 
when I spied her a-comin' down the road, and fer safe keepin' 
I run inter the church. In about two minutes she had me jest 
where she had been tryin' ter get me all these years, and in 
about two minutes more I had a wife on my hands. 

Sally. Well, if you feel that way about it, it can be fixed 
up right here, while we are so near Reno. I thank goodness 
we have divorce courts in this land of the free ter protect us 
females. 

Hez. Quincy, I wouldn't lose that woman not fer all the 
money in this world, and when I think of how I could have 
had her years ago and didn't, I jest cuss myself out fer bein' a 
fool. 

Sally (bridling). Oh, Hez, how can you ? 

Hez. Look at her now. If she ain't as pretty a bag full of 
new pennies then I don't know nothin'. 

Sally. Quincy, I suppose you know all your old school- 
fellows are out here now ? 

Quincy. No. 

Hez. Yes, they be, too. The hul darned illumination of 
Westward College is out here. 

Quincy. The whole what ? 

Sally. He means the 'lumni club. 

Quincy. Oh, I see. 

Hez. Yes, sir. They're on their way to Yellerstone Park, 
and are stoppin' off here. Shouldn't wonder if they would all 
be up to see you. Some of 'em's married, and others again 
hain't. 

Sally. Yes, and there's some one else come ter see you. 

Quincy. Who ? 

Sally. You could never guess if you lived ter be as old as 
the Rock of Ages. 

Enter Onnie, d. i. f., with some mail. 

Onnie. Well, I never. 

Hez {jumping up and taking him by the hand). Onnie ! 
Well, you darned old cuss. 

Sallie. Onnie, I'm a-goin' ter kiss you if I die fer it the 
next minute. {She kisses him.) 

Onnie. I haven't been so happy since Grant was elected. 
{To Quincy.) There's a lady outside to see you, Quincy. 

Quincy. Show her in. Hez, you and Sally step in here. 



36 COLLEGE DAYS 

{Opens door l.) 

Hez. You don't mind if I take my shoes off, do you, 
Quincy ? 

Quincy. Not at all. 

Sally. Hez, you ain't got no feelin's fer company. 

Hez. No, but I have fer my feet. {They exeunt, L. 

Quincy. Onnie, show the lady in. [Exit Onnie, d. i. f. 

Enter Jersey, d. i. f. 

Jersey. Quincy ! 

Quincy {taking her in his arms). Mother ! Mother ! 

Jersey. My boy ! My boy ! 

Quincy. Now tell me, what are you doing out here? Oh, 
I don't care, anyway. Just let me look at you. Yes. You 
are fifteen years younger if you are a day. 

Jersey. Before you say another word, Quincy, I must make 
a confession. 

Quincy. Now, now, I am sure you have done something 
dreadful. {Laughs.) 

Jersey. I have, indeed. — After your father died I was so- 
so — so Well — I — I — I'm married again. So there. 

{Cries.) 

Quincy. Why cry about it? Aren't you happy? 

Jersey. Never was more so in my life. 

Quincy. Then why do you cry ? 

Jersey. Because I'm happy. 

Quincy. Where's your husband ? 

Jersey. Out in the hall. 

Quincy. Well, call him in. 

Jersey {calling). It's all right, dear. Come in. 

Enter Drake, d. i. f. He acts like a great schoolboy. 

Drake. How are you, Quincy ? 

{Looks at the floor and marks out patterns with his cane.) 

Quincy. Delighted. {Takes Drake by the hand.) I was 
never so pleased over anything in all my life. 

Drake {becoming his old self). There, Jersey, didn't I 
say so ? 

Jersey. You're always right, my dear. 



COLLEGE DAYS 37 

Quincy. Well, well, well ! Now sit right down here and 
tell me all about it. {They sit on either side of the desk, 
Quincy behind it, holding and patting his mother's hand.) 
When did this start ? 

Drake. Long before you were born. 

Quincy. Dear little mother, you waited a long, long time 
for your happiness in life. 

Jersey. Yes, but that only made it the sweeter when it did 
come. But never mind us. Tell me about yourself. 

Quincy. And to think you have been married, and never 
told me a word about it. 

Jersey. Now if you are goin' ter take on like that I shall 
cry again. 

Drake. Worse than any schoolgirl I ever saw. 

(Drake and Quincy laugh.) 

Quincy. There, mother, we'll not plague you any more. 
Will we, Mr. Drake ? 

Jersey. If he says another word I'll never speak to him 
again. Oh, he's brave now, but when we were married he stut- 
tered and stammered worse than any one I ever heard tell on. 

{They all laugh.) 

Drake. They tell me you are to be the next mayor of this 
town. 

Quincy. Yes, if I win. 

Jersey. If you don't win it will break my heart. 

Quincy. Then I must win for your sake. 

Drake. Of course you will, and we'll stay right here and 
see you through. 

Quincy. Did you come out with the Alumni ? 

Jersey. Yes, we all came out together. 

Enter Onnie, d. i. f. 

Onnie. Mr. Quincy, those two grafters are here again. 
Wait until you see the new one. 

Quincy. Let them wait. 

Drake. Who is it ? 

Quincy. A political boss and his underlings, I dare say. 
In five minutes I will know whether I run for mayor or not. 
One of us will go down and out right in this very room. — On- 
nie, what do you suppose? Mother and Mr. Drake are 
married. 



38 COLLEGE DAYS 

Onnie. I knew that months ago. 

Quincy. What ? 

Onnie. Yes. We have been sending letters back and forth 
for months. 

Quincy. Well, you faithful old rascal. 

Drake. We'd better get out of the way if you have business 
to attend to. Don't let 'em beat you, boy. Show 'em what 
we breed in Vermont. Where will we go? 

Sally (off stage l.). Hez, you put on your shoes right this 
minute. 

Hez (off stage). Ah, can't a feller enjoy himself? 

Sally (off stage). Not in his stocking feet he can't. You 
ain't home, remember. I swan I'll never go on a honeymoon 
with you again unless you dress your feet at once. 

Hez (off stage). My feet's all swelled ; I can't get them 
back. 

Quincy. There's a gentleman in the — in distress in there ; 
maybe you can help him. 

Drake. Come along, my dear. (Walks l.) 

Jersey (alarmed). Don't fight, will you, Quincy? 

Quincy. I'll try not to. 

Jersey. There's a dear boy. 

(She and Drake exeunt, l.) 

Hez (off stage). Hello, Drake. See you got here. 
Sally (off stage). Ain't Quincy lookin' fine, Jersey? 
Jersey (off stage). Never saw him lookin' better. 
Quincy (to Onnie). Show them in. 

[Exit Onnie, d. i. f. 
Drake (off stage). How are your feet, Hez ? 
Hez (off stage). If you love me, Drake, don't remind me 
of 'em, please. 

(Their conversation becomes ad. lib. and dies down.) 

Enter Graham, Dexter, Jim Brady, followed by Onnie, 
d. 1. f. Brady is the typical newspaper reporter, note- 
book and all. 

Graham. Well, you see I'm here. Have you changed 
your mind ? 

Quincy. I am going to run for mayor. (Indicates 
Dexter.) I think you and I know each other. 

Dexter. I should hope so. 



COLLEGE DAYS 39 

Graham. Mr. Dexter is to be the next mayor of this city. 

Onnie. Who says so ? 

Graham. I say so, you old simpleton. What I say goes 
in this town. {Indicates Brady.) This is Mr. Brady, the 
star reporter on the Globe, Mr. Jordan. (Quincy and Brady 
acknowledge the introduction with a nod,) I brought him 
with me for a reason. Now, I'll give you one more chance to 
give up this idea of running for office. U you still refuse, 
I'll give this man a story that will kill you dead with your own 
party. 

Quincy. If the reformers appoint me to head their ticket, 
I'll go in to win with every ounce of blood and soul in my 
body. 

Dexter. I think I can make you change your mind. 

Quincy. Try it. 

Graham. Hand it to him, Dexter. 

Dexter. Suppose your party and the people of this city 
were to know that you're a thief? 

Quincy. You can't fight like men, can you ? 

Onnie. Tell them the truth, Quincy. For God's sake, 
tell them the truth. It will ruin you if you don't. 

Quincy. I have kept silent all these years. And I won't 
give in now. Let them fight like a pack of curs in the dark. 
I'll fight in the open and beat them at that. 

(Brady is making notes.') 

Graham. You'd better think it over before you say 
another word. Everything that is said here goes into print 
to-morrow. 

Quincy. I stand as I stood before. 

Dexter. Then to-morrow the reformers of Minetown will 
know how the man they set up as a saint is a thief. How he 
stole three hundred dollars. — Shall I say any more? 

Quincy. Go on. 

Enter Jerome, d. i. f., unobserved by the others. 

Dexter. Stole three hundred dollars from the Glee Club 
of Westward College. How he stole three hundred more from 
one Professor Rex. How he had to leave the college, like a 
thief in the night. How he came out here and hides his true 
self under a cloak of good deeds, done for the people. How 
this man, Quincy Jordan, is a thief, a plain out and out thief, 
and nothing more. How he preaches reform, and practices 



40 COLLEGE DAYS 

every crooked deal known to politics. How there is proof in 
plenty to back up everything I have said. How you don't 
dare to deny it, and how this makes me the next mayor of 
Minetown. 

Jerome. And also how it makes you the biggest liar un- 
hung. 

Graham. Who are you ? 

Jerome. I'm the man who stole the money mentioned by 
that white livered nonentity. 

(Brady is furiously making notes.) 

Graham. This is some reformer's trick. 

Jerome. It's the truth. I was put up to steal that money 
by Dexter there himself, who was to place it on the horses. 
He robbed every lad in school who would listen to him. He 
even opened the window, so that I could enter the professor's 
study. 

Dexter. How can you account for Jordan's own con- 
fession ? 

Jerome. He did that to save our family from disgrace, 
because he knew it would hurt my sister, whom he loved. 

Brady. Oh, this is great ! 

Jerome. I wanted to wait until I could do something for 
Jordan here before I told the truth, so I came out here and 
struck it rich in a mine, not two days ago. It was a fool thing 
to do, to remain silent and let another man suffer, but it has 
proven to be one of those fool things that turn out a blessing. 

{Holds out his hand to Quincy. He grasps it.) 

Brady (writing). Great, greater, greatest. 

Graham (Jo Brady). You'd better not run this story in 
your paper. 

Brady. Oh, you don't say so. If we don't print this 
story, some other paper will, and believe you me, this little 
yarn will raise my salary, and I need the money, because the 
wife needs a new dress. {Continues to make notes.} 

Graham. Come on, Dexter. We'll beat him yet. 

[Exit, D. I. F. 

Dexter (to Quincy). I'll beat you if I have to do it with 
a club. [Exit, D. I. F. 

Onnie. Tf they don't look like a pair of sick catfish, then 
I don't know. [Exit, L. 



COLLEGE DAYS 4 1 

Brady. Sick catfish. Good head line. 
( Writes it down.) 

Jerome. Quincy, before you say another word, I want 
you to tell me that you don't think me a rotter. 

Quincy {taking his hand). My boy, it couldn't have 
happened any better. I not only forgive you, but I want to 
thank you, because it was through you, and by you, that I 
will be elected Mayor of Minetown. And another thing, you 
are my brother now, you know. 

Jerome. Have you married Violet? 

Quincy. No. — Just go in there and you will find the 
answer. 
I Jerome. Folks from home ? 

Quincy. Yes. 

Jerome. Gee, but I'm glad. [Exit, L. 

Quincy {sitting by desk). And gee, but I'm lonesome. 

{He plays with a paper weight as if in deep thought. ) 
Enter Violet, d. i. f. She comes behind Quincy very softly. 

Violet. Quincy. 

Quincy {jumping to his feet and taking her hands in his). 
Violet. 

Violet. I've come, you see. 

Quincy. Why ? 

Violet. Just because I couldn't stay away any longer. I 
would have come before, if you had only written. 

Quincy. I thought you wouldn't care to hear from a self- 
confessed thief. 

Violet. If you had only known. If you had only known. 

Quincy. But in the world's eyes I was a thief. 

Violet. But I didn't look upon you through the world's 
eyes, you know, and besides, I guessed the truth all along. 

Quincy. Then why didn't you write? 

Violet. Because you didn't write, and I was sure you had 
forgotten. 

Qutncy. And you still care ? 

Violet. More than ever before, if that is possible. And 
you ? 

Quincy. You're a woman, and know that better than I do 
myself. {He takes her in his arms.) 



42 COLLEGE DAYS 

Enter Onnie, l. He beckons for the others to follow. All 
the characters in room l. come out, softly go up stage. 
Onnie beckons out of window ; he goes on tip-toe to d. i. f., 
and opens it. All the students of Westward College 
enter , i. e., all but Dexter and Prye. The students also 
retire up stage. All the characters form a half circle 
about Quincy and Violet. These two are so engrossed 
in each other they do not observe what is going forward. 
After characters are well grouped, Violet speaks. 

Violet. Quincy. 

Quincy. Yes. 

Violet. I was just thinking. 

Quincy. Thinking about what ? 

Violet. How it must feel to be the wife of a mayor. 

(She buries her face on his breast. The other characters 
with a good will give the yell of Westward College.) 



CURTAIN 

Second Curtain : 

(All characters are shaking hands with each other > and all 
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CHARACTERS 

Mr. Daniel Brown, a success in Mrs. Brown, a clever social success, 

business, but a blunderer in matrv- but a little hard on the man of the 

mony. house. 

Mr. Jack Armstrong, a young bank Clara Brown, the adopted child and 

clerk on a moderate salary, and mat- heiress of the Brown family. 

rimonially apoor business proposition. Bessie Brown, the niece and ward of 
Dr. Horton, a wealthy physician and Mr. Brown. Waiting to come of age, 

matrimonially a good business propo- to inherit her father* s fortune. 

sition. Maggie Murphy, a sentimental ser~ 
Patrick Dolan, a sentimental police* vant and withal a clever Utile maid. 

man and not good at catching burglars. 

HELPING FATHER IN A BUSINESS 

DEAL 

MONOLOGUE FOR A LADY 

By Agnes Electra Piatt 

Scene, an interior or none at all ; costume, a street dress. Plays ten 
minutes. Very bright and original in idea. Strongly recommended. 



Price, 25 cents 



J 13 1912 



A Novelty 



THE VILLAGE POST-OFFICE 

AS ENTERTAINMENT IN ONE SCENE 

By Jessie A. Kelley 

Twenty-two males and twenty females are called for if the full text iff 
used, but the piece is so arranged that one person may take several parts 
and some characters may be omitted, if desired. Scenery easy ; the stage is 
merely arranged so as to roughly indicate a country store and post-office in 
one. Costumes are rural and funny. Plays a full evening. A side-splitting 
novelty, full of "good lines" and comical incident and character. One 
continuous laugh from beginning to end. Strongly recommended for all 
cases where fun is desired and not culture. Suited for church entertain* 
ments or general use \ very wholesome and clean. 

Price, 25 cents 
CHARACTERS 



William Jones, postmaster, 

Jerushy Jones, his wife. 

Elyzabythe Jones, their daughter, 
just home from boarding school, very 
affected. 

James Henry Jones, their son, about 
sixteen years of age ; a green country 
boy. 

Colonel Gibson, big story-teller. 

Joseph Robinson, bigger story-teller, 

Silas Hardback, still bigger story- 
teller. 

Deacon Slocum, horse trader* 

Lizy Ann Slocum, his wife. 

Betsey Winslow, dressmaker. 

Rev. Tobias Dusenberry. 

Reuben Ricks, who stutters. 

Susan Smith, who helps Mrs. Jones, 

Widow Gray. 

Lee Sing, a Chinaman. 

Mrs. Joseph Robinson. 

Mary Ann Stedman, deaf. 

Cyrus Depew, town philanthropist. 

Samanth y Depew, his wife. 

Mandy Baker, believer in Woman's 
Rights. 

Job Bakes, her meek husband. 



Patrick CMulligah. 
Doctor Dolltver, 
Delilah Martin. 
Mrs. Briggs, who has recently < 

from the city. 
Claudius Briggs, her son. 
NORAH CASSLDY, Mrs. Briggs 9 hired 

girl. 
Italian. 

the city. 
Marthy Reynolds, a comforting 

friend. 
Hans Schneider, a German. 
Francis St. Clair BiGELOW,a$re»/; 

very dudish. 
Matildy Hoxle, who knows all tht 

news. 
Zeke Hines, who isn*t very bright. 
Henry Withrow, " 
Katie Dusenberry, 
Annie Goodwin, 
Bobbie Robinson, ychUdrcn. 
Jennie Brown, 
Johnnie Dolltyeb 
Mary Slocum, 



AS YOU LIKE IT 

By William Shakespeare 



fburteen males, four females. Scenery varied ; costumes of the period 
Plays a full evening. A new acting version of this great play, based upon 
the prompt-book of Miss Julia Marlowe. Offers an admirably selected and 
arranged text, and ample business, following the best usage of the best actora 
Sdcommended as the standard acting copy of this play for all uses. 

Price, 16 cemb 



fl. 01. Pitiero's Plays 

Price, 50 Cents 6acb 

IVIIH PHANNFI Plav in Four Act s- Six males, five females. 
lTllU-V^ri/\lillEjLi Costumes, modern; scenery, three interiors. 
Plays two and a half hours. 

THE NOTORIOUS MRS. EBBSMITH £? s ma SipK 

males, five females. Costumes, modern; scenery, all interiors. 
Plays a full evening. 

Tljr PROFIIPATF Play in Four Acts. Seven males, the 
I1IE1 I I\V/r LiiVJri 1 L, females. Scenery, three interiors, rather 
elaborate ; costumes, modern. Plays a full evening. 

THF QPHnni MIQTPFQQ Farce in Three Acts. Nine males, 
lllEi OV^nWUJLlUlOII\£ii33 seven females. Costumes, mod- 
ern; scenery, three interiors. Plays a full evening. 

THE SECOND MRS. TANQUERAY £&*£!£*«: 

females. Costumes, modern; scenery, three interiors. Plays a 
full evening. 

^SWFFT I AVFNnFR Comedy in Three Acts. Seven males, 
O ?T dEi 1 Lii\. V £ilii/£il\ four females. Scene, a single interior, 
costumes, modern. Plays a fuil evening. 

THF THTTNnFRROT T Comedv in Four Acts. Ten males, 
1 IlEi 1 nUllUEiIVDULi I n i ne feniales. Scenery, three interi- 
ors; costumes, modern. Plays a full evening. 

THF TIIWF^ Comedy in Four Acts. Six males, seven females. 
I***- 1 I IlTII-iO Scene a single interior ; costumes, modern. Plays 
a full evening. 

THF WFAKTR <JFY Comedy in Three Acts. Eight males, 
1 ilC TT £i/i.lV£iI\. i3£jA eight females. Costumes, modern ; 
scenery, two interiors. Plays a full evening. 

A WIFE WITHOUT A SMILE SSSiMSSJES 

Costumes, modern ; scene, a single interior. Plays a full evening. 



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THF AWAFFNFNfi Pla ^ in Four Acts - B y °- H - chambers. 

111L A TT AJiL.ii ill u your males, six females. Scenery, not diffi- 
cult, chiefly interiors ; costumes, modern. Plays a full evening. 
Price, 50 Cents. 



Comedy in Four Acts. 



THE FRUITS OF ENLIGHTENMENT 

one males, eleven females. Scenery, characteristic interiors ; cos- 
tumes, modern. Plays a full evening. Recommended for reading 
clubs. Price, 25 Cents. 

HIS EXCELLENCY THE GOVERNOR J a, lT K I^ e ^ cts T ?2 

males, three females. Costumes, modern ; scenery, one interior. 
Acting rights reserved. Time, a full evening. Price, 50 Cents. 

AN MFAI HlNRANI) Comedy in Four Acts. By Oscar Wilde: 
Ail IVLAh UUJDAL1U Nine males, six females. Costumes, mod- 
ern ; scenery, three interiors. Plays a full evening. Acting rights 
reserved. Sold for reading. Price, 50 Cents. 

THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST &£• & 5J™ 

Wilde. Five males, four females. Costumes, modern ; scenes, two 
interiors and an exterior. Plays a full evening. Acting rights re- 
served. Price, 50 Cents. 

LADY WINDERMERE'S FAN » % Y ™ *&. S c £ 

males. Costumes, modern ; scenery, three interiors. Plays a full 
evening. Acting'rights reserved. Price, 50 Cents. 

NATHAN HAIF Play in Four Acts - By Clyde Fitch. Fifteen 
liAlllALi I1AL/L/ males, four females. Costumes of the eighteenth 
century in America. Scenery, four interiors and two exteriors. Act- 
ing rights reserved. Plays a full evening. Price, 50 Cents. 

THF ftTHFP FFITftW Comedy in Three Acts. By M. B. HoRire. 
ILIL, UlIILR ILLiLiVW Six ma les, four females. Scenery, two 
interiors ; costumes, modern. Professional stage rights reserved. 
Plays a full evening. Price, 50 Cents. 

THE TYRANNY OF TEARS g2&£.2£i3L,£S & 

males. Scenery, an interior and an exterior; costumes, modern. 
Acting rights reserved. Plays a full evening. Price, 50 Cents. 

A WOMAN OF NO IMPORTANCE gKftS^StfftJB: 

seven females. Costumes, modern ; scenery, three interiors and an 
exterior. Plays a full evening. Stage rights reserved. Offered for 
reading only. " Price, 50 Cents. * 



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